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As if he sensed my disquiet, he gripped my chin and pressed his thumb into the back of my jaw, hitting a pressure point and causing a flare of agony to surge through me. I whimpered, keeping my lips shut for the moment. I tried to fight him, but the pain deepened until my vision went hazy. When I finally opened my mouth, he relented, but the pain was slow to fade, and he kept his thumb in place just in case he needed to force me once more.
Then the pads of his fingers pressed against the underside of my jaw, and he tilted my head back.
“Now, now, take your punishment like a good girl or I’m going to have to take off my belt,” he warned, and my backside clenched knowingly. His hand had hurt a whole lot and I had no doubt that his belt would be even worse.
I imagined taking his belt anyway, and a jolt of fire laced straight down to my clit.
He brushed a stray lock of hair off my forehead, his gentleness taking me aback for a moment. Then he reached down and gripped his belt, slowly undoing it. My eyes widened, and I shook my head, my throat dry as fear seized my insides, but that didn’t stop him as he freed his cock.
I’d never seen a man’s cock before.
He was enormous, far larger than I could have imagined, and he was thick too. The head was swollen and red, and his shaft was rock hard. His fingers curled around the base, giving it a few lazy strokes, and he groaned.
I licked my lips, wondering how he was even going to fit inside of my mouth.
“Who am I, little thief?” he pressed.
“A monster,” I snarled, and he laughed, the sound dark and ominous.
“Bad girl, I can see that this next part is going to be very difficult for you,” he threatened.
I went to move backwards, but his hand moved to grip my hair tight in his fist and I cried out as pain blossomed across the back of my skull.
His cock brushed against my lips, and I flinched. I closed my mouth, and he gave me a warning glare before he yanked my head back a bit further, punishing me once more with that same pressure point. When the pain was too much, I finally relented and opened for him once again. Then he pressed his cock past my lips and into my mouth.
When the head pushed against my tongue for the first time, I was shocked by the taste of him. It was musky and salty and for some insane reason, he tasted good. A new wave of heat spread between my thighs, and I swallowed as he pressed onward. I tried to draw my head back, but his fingers tightened in my hair, holding me in place, and there was nowhere for me to go to escape his conquest.
Merciless bastard.
He pressed his cock into my mouth further still until the tip nudged the back of my throat.
Immediately, I gagged, but he didn’t stop. He kept on going, and I panicked, but there was no choice except to take what he was giving me.
My throat constricted as he filled it, the sensation overwhelming, and I coughed and sputtered around him, tears forming at the corners of my eyes, but he didn’t relent, and I slowly got my gag reflex under control.
Then his hips began to thrust.
It was a strange sensation at first. Every time his cock pressed past my lips, my gag reflex was set off, and I had to work hard to get it under control. The head of his cock touched the back of my throat, and I coughed, but soon my body learned to adjust to his tempo.
His movements were slow at first, almost as if he was testing me. His thrusts were steady and controlled. He pulled out all the way until the head was just between my lips and then thrust back in again, all the way to the hilt.
In response, I let my teeth graze the velvety skin of his cock. Immediately, he tightened his fist in my hair and gave it a hard yank. A bolt of pain shot down my spine and I quickly drew my teeth back.
This time when he thrust forward, he hit the back of my throat and didn’t stop. I gagged, but then my throat opened up and took him and soon, he was thrusting his cock into my mouth again and again, harder and faster, and all I could do was take it.
Like a good girl.
His words echoed in the back of my mind and I shivered, but still my face fucking went on and on and eventually I worried that this would be worse than the spanking over his knee.
“Who am I?” he questioned with a harsh growl.
I went to push against his thighs, wanting his cock out of my mouth so I could tell him where to shove it, but he didn’t relent. Instead, he just kept fucking my face and then he asked the question again.
“Who am I?”
“Fuuu—” I tried to speak, but he pressed his cock in deep and it muffled the words coming out of my mouth. I sputtered and he asked it again.
“Who am I, little thief?”
